Here Comes the King - Golden Silvers

Oh, this is the last love song

That ever I will sing

Before the vultures have caught my heart

And the bells cease to ring

But here comes the pretty boy

Here comes the king

Your heart is his kingdom

Your body is his wing

And he’s coming for your daughters

And he’s coming for your sons

To conquer and slaughter

Each and everyone and each and everything

Oh here comes the king

I find myself dressed in sequins

Held in my left hand is an ace

But still I wish I could change my name

And I wish I could change my face

But here comes the pretty boy

With his whistles and bells

With his cloak and his toys

I think we all know him well

And he’s coming for your body

And he’s coming for your soul

And he won’t be

'Til he’s broken all the golden gifts that you bring

Oh here comes the king

And you can kneel before him now

And polish his many jewelled crown

But he’ll just cross your shoulders with his sword

And then he’ll strike you down

But here comes the pretty boy

Surrounded in his throne

By nymphs and virgins

To convince him he’s not alone

And he’s coming for your sister

He’s coming for your land

To raise and ruin

Each and every hand that is held out to him